Psychic Amanda: When is Love Real?

A True Psychic Story

The following is a true story that unfolded over the past few months with one of my regular callers. I have her permission to retell the story in my own words, with the intention of relating the message about when love is real. Our imaginations are so powerful and so beautiful that we have the potential to create anything from nothing.

About four months ago I took the advice I was giving to a close friend and put myself on a dating site. I spent some time writing up my profile and uploaded a recent photo and felt that I was about as good to go at this as anything else I’ve attempted in life.

Now, this was my first time on this site, and I had tinkered around before, only never subscribed. After a day or so, I attracted the winks of a few local cowboys and as charming as it was, I am a city girl, temporarily living in a rural and very remote community of a few hundred people and thought “Oops, this is not going to work for me,” so I switched my zip code to my son’s Manhattan zip code and to my chagrin, within a minute or so there were eleven winks and multiple “online chat” requests popping up at the same time on my screen. My head was whirling. I didn’t know who to write to first or even what to say. If another man asked me “How you doing?” and I thought of Snookie from Jersey Shore, I would delete this zipcode and head back to the cowboys! Oh, my judgments, that I’ve been working so hard to overcome, were sneaky and there! I consoled myself with the thought that at least I was aware of them. I found myself distracted by the attention I was receiving and decided that this wasn’t going to be the route for me, after all. I hid my profile for nearly the remainder of the subscription period, and then, two nights, prior to my subscription expiring, I un-hid my profile. I was surprised to see that within a few hours, someone had actually “written” to me. Not, the usual “wink.” He actually took the time and effort to write; even if it was a short sentence. I was intrigued. I clicked on his profile and enjoyed reading the “about him” section on the site, and so I emailed him back. The next day, there was another email from him, and I enjoyed what I read. I responded, using the dating site’s “safe email” correspondence venue. The next day, I received a notification from the dating site that my membership subscription had ended and that it was time to renew my membership. I had no intentions of doing so and then there it was, another email from this “nice” man that I was now unable to read because I was no longer a member.

I sat in front of my computer screen deliberating whether I wanted to invest another one month subscription to read what this guy wrote, or to just leave the whole thing and go back to meeting people naturally. I went “internal” and began to use the intuitive tools I’ve been learning and utilizing since speaking with “Amanda.” I did a short muscle test on “to renew or not,” and the answer was “yes.” I did a quick “intuitive heart” meditation, and the answer came back, “yes.” I asked myself, “Self, is there a lightness to this or a heaviness?” There was a lightness. So, after checking that the moon was not void, I renewed my subscription.

We are four weeks into our Internet “friendship,” and I really like this man. I’ve only spoken to him on the phone once, and that didn’t go so well, even though I really loved his accent and his voice. I had this fear put into me prior to his call by a male friend of mine, who I believe just might have been a little jealous that I was now going to be speaking to another guy, other than him. Anyways, if I could have hit the edit tab, I would have, only there is no going back when words are spoken, and only a meek apology would have to do.

Fortunately, he was gracious and generous enough to accept my apology, and we began to communicate via email. His emails provided me with insight into his character, and as I learned more, I began to see what I truly valued in my own life. His openness became an invitation to me to engage in not only his life, but in what was and is important to me in my own life. I saw my values, my wishes, my unspoken desires and dreams revealed to an anonymous person—someone who lived on the other end of the computer screen. I began to get excited each morning that I would hear from him, and disappointed when I didn’t. Over the course of time, I began to notice that his emails were beginning to get shorter and shorter and had that sudden realization that he had probably met a real human to engage with, and not a phantom woman 2,400 miles away. Still, I like this man. I think he’s funny and smart. I see that he is analytical and that he ponders things and takes things to heart. I see that he is easy going and I bet he’d be fun to be with.

I’m still dreaming that I will meet him some day. I’ve been dreaming of spending some time with him, hearing him laugh, seeing him smile, and listening to his wonderful, melodic voice.

And, here is the unfinished story… I don’t know if he will ever call me or choose to meet with me in person. I think it would be such great fun. There have been days when I’ve spent much time thinking about this man, whose name I don’t even know.